The Outer Loop              [Part 1 of my I-65 Trilogy]

 

An original poem by Chrome Dome Mike Kimbro

 

Consider reading along to my Spoken Verse Performance.

 

 

VERSE 1

 

In his masterpiece, "The Road To Hell",

 

Chris Rea warned about hate and industry.

 

Pay close attention to this tale I tell,

 

Lest all your nose hairs get singed needlessly.

 

 

VERSE 2

 

Driving along the 65 Interstate,

 

Where 3 year olds 'Run for the Roses'.

 

A long road trip was going great,

 

'Til the occupants had to hold their noses.

 

 

VERSE 3

 

They were chill, groovin' to a rockin' beat.

 

When 'shotgun' shouted: "Dude, who cut the cheese?!?"

 

The usual suspect was in the back seat.

 

Had he filled his boxers with feces?

 

 

VERSE 4

 

The driver reached for the rearview mirror,

 

To see if thE expression was one of pride.

 

No, not even close. It was more like horror.

 

So the source of the stench was on the outside.

 

Photo Credit: "Recirculation Button As Viewed Through Teary Eyes" by Mike Kimbro           

Photo title: Recirculation Button on the dash of a 2014 Nissan Altima sedan.

VERSE 5

 

Now desperate, he hit the "Recirc" button.

 

In the hope it would seal out the funk.

 

But far too late, cause they were now shut in,

 

With what compared to a road kill skunk.

 

 

CHORUS

 

Cruising by the hamlet of Fairdale.

 

And I mean any time, day or night.

 

My good man, don't you dare fail.

 

To seal up your cabin real tight.

 

Granted, the blame goes to a landfill.

 

In what's called the South End of Louisville.

 

But the bottom line is that until,

 

They stop dumping garbage on that new hill,

 

Unless you like the smell of poop,

 

I wouldn't exit at the Outer Loop.

 

 

 

Pic of a sign pointing the way to the Jefferson Memorial Forest south of Louisville, Kentucky.

VERSE 6

 

Near the top of every running trail list,

 

Is the Jefferson Memorial Forest.

 

But Okolona is nearby. And it's,

 

Air quality is sometimes the poorest.

 

 

VERSE 7

 

Maybe I should make a confession:

 

I profit from the suffering of others.

 

On weekends, I run the gas mask concession.

 

As a service to my trail running brothers.

 

Photo Credit: "Sunrise Over The Landfill 2019" by Mike Kimbro           

Photo title: Sunrise Over The Land Fill in the South End of Louisville Kentucky.

 

VERSE 8

 

If the wind comes from the south, west or east.

 

Revenues are reduced by three-fourths.

 

But patience pay off, cause profits are increased,

 

When we are blessed with a breeze from the North.

 

 

CHORUS

 

Cruising by the hamlet of Fairdale.

 

And I mean any time, day or night.

 

My good man, don't you dare fail.

 

To seal up your cabin real tight.

 

Granted, the blame goes to a landfill.

 

In what's called the South End of Louisville.

 

But the bottom line is that until,

 

They stop dumping garbage on that new hill,

 

Unless you like the smell of poop,

 

I wouldn't get off at the Outer Loop.

 

 

The End.

 

 

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